Inktober Day 18: Scrape

Beware the Dark It’s infected. I know it is, she thought. Her heart thumped wildly in her ears as she ran, winded toward the end of the alleyway. She knew he or it was several feet behind her but it felt as though whatever or whomever it was, was breathing hot heavy down the backContinue

Inktober Day 17: Salty

It’s the ONLY way We all have some sort of baseless fear of one thing or another. Something that we may have never encountered or only had one single solitary experience with that shaped our feelings about that thing. For me, that thing was the ocean, even more – what it contained. The ocean isContinue